Still out of laxatives. My husband bought me some prune juice which isn't helping. I have really bad stomach cramps from not being able to poop on top of excruciating menstrual cramps!!!! I just want to curl up in a fcking fetal position right now. I feel like I'm fcking dying!! I have a new novel idea brewing in the back of my mind. Have the first line planned out already. I'm pretty pissed off at men at the moment. My first line is going to be: "All men have to do is worry about their dicks."

Have the plot figured out, the characters, just need to figure out events. It's in the newborn stages of development. My husband was all like, "People are going to think we have an awful relationship because you hate men so much!!!" Whatever. Who gives a ****. Men can kiss 💋 my fat ***.